Category: The Cloak of Nothing

Maurice pressed the hammer to Ivan's nose. "I could. I've done it before." He spat on Ivan’s coat. “How dare you embarrass me! My name! I built this company! You work for me!” Maurice leaned in, locking eyes with Ivan. “I own you!” Ivan rocked back and forth, rattling the chains. Duct tape made it … Continue reading Draw us in pink, my child.